Niall Horan Imagines

Do You Like It?

"Mommy, Daddy, I made you something!" Your daughter's little voice pulled you out of your sleep. You yawned and sat up in bed, the covers falling to your lap.

Propping yourself up by the palms of your hands, you groggily said, "Can it wait a minute? Mommy's really tired and Daddy's still asleep."

She frowned and tangled her fingers behind her back. "But I made it just for you guys," She whined, staring at the floor.

Just as a sigh left your lips, you felt Niall shift next to you. He flipped himself over so that he was lying on his back and tugged at the blanket, stealing it from you. "Hey," You growled, tugging it back to your side. Niall secretly smirked from next to you and nestled his head into his pillow. "You need to wake up, anyway. Our little Van Gogh made something for us." Throwing your legs over the edge of the bed, you forced yourself to stand.

"Come on, Mommy," Your daughter beamed, offering her little hand to you. "You, too, Daddy," She quickly added when she noticed Niall hadn't moved. He groaned, but eventually forced himself out of bed - because you all knew he couldn't disappoint his little princess.

With your daughter tugging you along, you and Niall were led to a wall in her bedroom that at one time, was only painted with a pastel pink color. But, now, as you stared at it, you discovered your daughter had decided to spruce it up a bit. Crayons of every color imaginable had been used to create a masterpiece of her own on the pink canvas. A gasp slipped from your mouth and all the sleepiness in you disappeared. You were wide awake now, and pretty close to terrified.

"Do you like it, Mommy?" She innocently asked, stepping forward to point out a few things, "See, I drew us. That's me. That's you. And there's you, Daddy!" You stared, wide-eyed, at the stick-figure drawing of your family, among a collection of flowers, rainbows, butterflies... there was a little bit of everything on that wall. "Do you like it?" She squeaked, smiling hopefully up at you.

"It's, uh..." You muttered, trying to think of a way to handle this.

"Beautiful!" Niall exclaimed, before you could finish your sentence. "It's beautiful, princess." He smiled sweetly at his daughter and she clapped her hands together, happy to have pleased at least one of you. You shot Niall a look and he simply shrugged it off, whispering, "C'mon, we can just paint over it or something. Let her enjoy her childhood while she still has it."

Yawning and stretching your arms out, you said, "Well, sure was a surprise! Mommy's gonna go back to bed now, alright?"